I'm almost mildly a smidge proud of myself. I looked right over him and totally disregarded any feelings for him or that he had for me. Progress. Slow and steady progress.
That's it. I'm so FUCKING sick and tired of this. I am seriously considering running away right now. I can't stand to listen to them fight again. I can't stand to hear him come home at 1 AM, reeking of beer and someone else's perfume. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU.